Restaurant

By Daisy Rose

 

 

Description:

 

Eighteen-year-old Patricia is earning her way to a higher education by providing evocative services.

 

When billionaire Dominic Grant offers her money in exchange for her body, she accepts without realizing how much humiliation and pain she will be put through. Raw physical desire consumes her, and she finds herself surrendering to the rich patrons in a 5-star restaurant.

 

~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~

 

Dominic welcomed everyone to his restaurant and the men nodded their appreciation. As he continued to speak in a language that was completely unfamiliar to me, I couldn't help but feel slighted and invisible even though I was standing right beside him.

 

His presence was dominating and utterly deafening. The men were sipping their cocktails whilst stealing surreptitious glances at me from the corner of their eyes.

 

Dominic was short in his introduction and finally gave permission to everyone to start eating.

 

I was shaken out of my lethargy at his words. The seats and tables set out were exact and it was quickly apparently that there was nowhere for me to sit.

 

Before I could ask Dominic about it servants flowed into the hall, each carrying a tray of food on one hand and a towel in the other. I watched in awe as they set the table in complete synchrony.

 

Dominic gestured for the men to start digging in and took a seat himself whilst I stood beside him. Irritation started to rear its head as I was abandoned completely in favor of what seemed like mashed potatoes and steak. I gulped and my stomach growled.

 

"Sorry," I murmured, wrapping my arm around my stomach to stop it from emitting more embarrassing noises.

 

Dominic turned to me at the sound and chuckled. "Why don't you ask the men for some food?" he asked, then patted on the table.

 

"Sorry, sir?" I furrowed my eyebrows, utterly confused by what he was asking.

 

"Crawl up," he urged.

 

"Sir?"

 

"Come on," a hint of impatience was in his voice and I hastily complied, crawling up onto the table ungracefully. The slit on the dress fell open and I was sure that they could see the red lashes on my buttocks.

 

I quickly smoothed out the dress to make sure my private areas were covered, but I was on all fours on the table and the top of the dress was so wide that it was easy to see my breasts from the opening.

 

"Don't break anything," he instructed.

 

It wasn't hard to navigate around the ornaments on the table as there was ample space for me to crawl around. My cheeks flamed red nevertheless from how utterly exposed I must look as I moved on all fours on the table.

 

"Come," one of the men at the other end of the table said suddenly, breaking into my confusion. He had held out a spoonful of mashed potatoes and it hovered in the air invitingly. I glanced at Dominic, who merely nodded.

 

Tentatively, I started moving towards the man, fully aware that all eyes were on me as I crawled to the other end of the table.

 

I opened my mouth and moved to chomp on the inviting spoonful of mashed potatoes. The man pulled away in the last moment and my mouth closed around empty air.

 

"How about a kiss before a bite?" he said, winking suggestively.

 

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

 

Dominic welcomed everyone to his restaurant and the men nodded their appreciation. As he continued to speak in a language that was completely unfamiliar to me, I couldn't help but feel slighted and invisible even though I was standing right beside him.

 

His presence was dominating and utterly deafening. The men were sipping their cocktails whilst stealing surreptitious glances at me from the corner of their eyes.

 

Dominic was short in his introduction and finally gave permission to everyone to start eating.

 

I was shaken out of my lethargy at his words. The seats and tables set out were exact and it was quickly apparently that there was nowhere for me to sit.

 

Before I could ask Dominic about it servants flowed into the hall, each carrying a tray of food on one hand and a towel in the other. I watched in awe as they set the table in complete synchrony.

 

Dominic gestured for the men to start digging in and took a seat himself whilst I stood beside him. Irritation started to rear its head as I was abandoned completely in favor of what seemed like mashed potatoes and steak. I gulped and my stomach growled.

 

"Sorry," I murmured, wrapping my arm around my stomach to stop it from emitting more embarrassing noises.

 

Dominic turned to me at the sound and chuckled. "Why don't you ask the men for some food?" he asked, then patted on the table.

 

"Sorry, sir?" I furrowed my eyebrows, utterly confused by what he was asking.

 

"Crawl up," he urged.

 

"Sir?"

 

"Come on," a hint of impatience was in his voice and I hastily complied, crawling up onto the table ungracefully. The slit on the dress fell open and I was sure that they could see everything.

 

I quickly smoothed out the dress to make sure my private areas were covered, but I was on all fours on the table and the top of the dress was so wide that it was almost impossible.

 

"Don't break anything," he instructed.

 

It wasn't hard to navigate around the ornaments on the table as there was ample space for me to crawl around. My cheeks flamed red nevertheless from how utterly exposed I must look as I moved on all fours on the table.

 

"Come," one of the men at the other end of the table said suddenly, breaking into my confusion. He had held out a spoonful of mashed potatoes and it hovered in the air invitingly. I glanced at Dominic, who merely nodded.

 

Tentatively, I started moving towards the man, fully aware that all eyes were on me as I crawled to the other end of the table.

 

I opened my mouth and moved to chomp on the inviting spoonful of mashed potatoes. The man pulled away in the last moment and my mouth closed around empty air.

 

"How about a kiss before a bite?" he said, winking suggestively.

 

 

 

 

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